Cherry

There Ain't Gonna Be No World War Three, Chapter 12

12. Jagdkameraden

Finding real-magic

- Well I could tell you how it happened, blunt and realistic, yet this is a love story & one of my otherworld experiences, so.

Guilt

I'm sick of the stares, the looks and the glares. Nothing quite fits, At all in this pit. That word rolls around, like a boat caught at sea. Why cant you see, what you're doing to me?

"their next disguise"

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Saints Of Satan Chapter Ten

I delved in and out of consciousness, a blinding swarm of images clouding my vision each time I attempted to open my eyes.
Cherry

Redondo Rose

She was seventy-four years old and the last forty of her years had been spent in total retirement.

Saints Of Satan Chapter Nine

A blurred face whirled into focus, and then disappeared entirely as I blacked out.

Our Mission

We're on a mission In the everlasting light that shines A revelation Of the truth in chapters of our minds We're here to simulate all the hate Away from our lifes

Continuing the AMERICAN INDIAN BOY'S QUEST TO BECOME A MAN, PART THREE.

Next Instalment of the Red Deers quest.
Cherry

On A Sunday Walk

An eruption of geese came yelling off the pond as if a bomb had dropped. Too soon for migration, more like a gang-fight or playground ruck, low and startled, almost in touching range,

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